I text back: “Tired. Pretty. Yours. 30 mins.”
“Jackie.”
“Hey there, boys,” I say, my voice a soft alto, not a falsetto. That’s the trick. I don’t squeak. I purr. “Sorry for the wait. What can I get started for you? Beers? A round of ‘I-need-to-sit-downs’?” SissyPov - Jackie Femboy Hooters Hottie - POV-
I lean in, just a little, letting him get a whiff of the vanilla. “It’s the name my mom gave me,” I lie, smoothly. “You got a problem with it, honey?” I text back: “Tired
“Jackie,” he repeats, tasting it. “That’s a… strong name.” ” I say
That’s how it goes. For every table, I am a puzzle. And the fun part? I am the only one with the solution.